Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

The F异大陆 Fenf异大陆 Disputes, as the name suggests, is a war threat originating from outside the Empire Continent.

Those distant and mysterious other continents, harboring unknown ambitions, are always ready to cross the ocean and cast their greedy eyes on the rich and powerful Empire Continent.

In this turbulent situation, Soren was trapped in a dilemma.

The specific information and plot about the other continents are only seen in the promotional materials, which are only general introductions, and most of the content is vague.

He could not accurately judge the scale and strength of the other continents, which undoubtedly increased the difficulty of prevention and response.

Soren was not completely ignorant.

If the strength of the other continents really far exceeded the empire, then they could have launched a full-scale attack directly, without secretly stirring up trouble within the empire.

Judging from the actions of spies and assassins sent from the other continents, their purpose seems to be more to disrupt the internal order of the empire and deplete its national strength, rather than launching a frontal war.

Although such a judgment cannot completely eliminate the doubts in Soren's heart, it at least provides him with a clue and direction for response.

"Your Highness, what are you going to do?" Breer's voice revealed deep concern.

Soren stood in front of the strategic map, his eyes deep, as if he could penetrate the layers of war clouds and see the future battle situation.

Soren turned around, facing Breer, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "The next battle situation,

I will trouble you and Kremon to command.

I am going to return to the capital, where, even if those assassins want to take action, they need to think twice before acting."

Breer's heart stirred, and he wanted to remind Soren that he had just been assassinated in the capital some time ago, and the danger there had not been eliminated.

"Your Highness!" Breer took a deep breath and said firmly, "Then this old minister will accompany you back!

The situation in the capital is complex and changeable.

I am really worried about you going back alone."

Soren's eyes lit up when he heard this, as if he had been waiting for these words for a long time.

He knew Breer's strength, a semi-holy knight, and having him by his side would undoubtedly greatly increase his safety.

"Minister Breer, I am relieved to have you here," Soren said with emotion: "I believe Kremon has enough ability to cope with the next war."

Breer, this veteran who has experienced many battles, has now passed his sixtieth year.

His life can be described as full of military exploits.

Whether on the battlefield in the wilderness or in the defense of the city, he has shown extraordinary military talent and heroic fighting spirit.

For Breer today, no amount of merit and honor can prove his ability.

He has long surpassed the stage of needing to prove his value with military exploits.

The main force of the Northwest Army was completely annihilated, and the remaining forces of Prince Corin will not exceed 200,000 at most, and the intensity of the war has been greatly reduced.

In the next war, Breer decided to hand over the command to the young and promising Kremon.

This decision is not only an affirmation of Kremon's ability, but also a training and promotion for him.

Breer knew that through the tempering of actual combat, Kremon's command experience would be greatly improved, and at the same time, this would also increase his qualifications and prestige.

From the moment His Majesty appointed Kremon as the commander of the First Army, it was enough to see His Majesty's importance and expectations for him.

Of course, Breer's decision was not only based on his personal appreciation of Kremon, but he also hoped to take this opportunity to cultivate a new generation of generals.

In Breer's view, the cruelty and uncertainty of war require the army to maintain combat effectiveness and adaptability at all times.

The cultivation of a new generation of generals is to ensure that even if these old generals no longer personally command the army to go to the front line in future wars, there will be excellent generals to take their place and continue to defend the safety and honor of the empire.

In the final analysis, the empire has enjoyed too many years of peace.

Since the large-scale war thirty years ago, the empire has not experienced such intense conflicts.

Most of the wars in recent years have been small-scale frictions and conflicts, although they have been constant, but compared with the catastrophe thirty years ago, they are really small troubles.

Soren was stunned at first when he heard this.

The name Alfonso was somewhat vague in his mind for a while.

Soon he suddenly came to his senses and remembered the identity of this army commander.

Isn't Alfonso the general who was sent to garrison the northwestern provinces?

More importantly, he is also the elder brother of Empress Maria, that is, Soren's own uncle.

Thinking of this, a complex expression could not help but appear on Soren's face.

Alfonso's arrival undoubtedly added another layer of fog to this already complex and chaotic situation.

Why did he come?

Is it just a military administration?

Soren knew that the next meeting would probably not be so simple.

"Who else came with Alfonso?" Breer frowned and asked Rein.

This question was obviously of great importance, and he needed to understand all the factors that could affect the current situation.

Rein quickly replied: "There is also a group of northwestern nobles!

The number is not small."

His tone was somewhat surprised, and it was obvious that this situation was also beyond his expectations.

Soren and Breer showed surprise when they heard this news.

They had already cleaned up the dozen or so noble territories around the fortress, and more than a hundred nobles had been hanged.

They thought that such iron-fisted methods would be able to shock the other nobles, but they did not expect that some northwestern nobles would take the initiative to come to their door.

"Let's go and take a look together!" Soren said decisively.

In the large tent temporarily set up between the fortress and the Alfonso Army, the atmosphere was solemn and tense.

Kremon, as the commander of the First Army, personally received this heavyweight guest and his entourage of nobles.

Behind Alfonso, more than twenty nobles in full armor stood upright.

Their armor shone in the fire, adding an invisible sense of majesty and oppression.

Kremon faced Alfonso with a serious and earnest expression.

After listening to Alfonso's intention, he pondered for a moment, then slowly shook his head and said: - "Army Commander Alfonso, I am very clear about your intention.

However, what you said is too absurd and beyond the scope of my decision-making.

I think we should wait for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to arrive before we discuss and decide together."